SquaredX2

It was a rare occasion nowadays for Itsuki to have his bed all to his own. Since the arrival of Agito….or more specifically Akito, he rarely slept alone. This, of course, made him the talk of the school, much to his chagrin.
The damned skitzo would snuggle up to him at every opportunity, leaving Ikki with no option other than to resort to bouts of violence. It sickened him, having another guy try to touch him in that way! It was bad enough that his first kiss had been stolen from him…he could never forgive Akito for that.
He sighed. It wasn’t that he hated the kid, not at all. In fact, he rarely found that he was able to STAY mad at him, what with those big brown eyes of his…well, one eye anyway; He had this way of making Ikki feel like he’d just kicked a puppy into the gutter, and no matter how many times Ikki kicked the puppy it would still come back wagging it’s tail and try to…snuggle into bed with him!

Well, recently it seemed that Agito had been making more and more of an appearance. Despite the fact that Akito’s alter ego was a psychopathic bondage freak with a potty mouth, it was a welcome break for Ikki in the sense that Agito preferred to spend his nights out and about….doing God knows what. Itsuki didn’t really want to know what the sadistic rider got up to each night, so long as he had the entire bed cover to himself.
He smirked as he stared up at his bedroom ceiling. The night was hot…too hot, and he knew that had Akito been with him that he would have gone rabid through the heat. He pushed the covers down a little, exposing his upper torso which was clothed in an old baggy T-shirt advertising some second-rate cola brand, and scratched at his belly. Yes, tonight was a GOOD night to be alone!

Shattering his thoughts and causing him to jump out of his skin, the window in his room suddenly flew open, and Agito entered feet first, landing gracefully on the rug in the middle of the room. He looked around the room, not sparing a glance at Ikki, then kicked off his A-Ts and padded to the door. He opened it a crack, peeked outside, then closed it and turned back towards the room. Finally, he acknowledged Ikki.
“…Crow.”
Itsukis’ mouth worked a little, before he was able to actually form a sentence; “What the hell are you playing at, scaring me like that?”
Through choice, Agito spent very little time with Ikki, so his sudden appearance, and in Ikki’s bedroom no less, was HIGHLY irregular and worried Ikki somewhat. What was the kid gonna do? Kill him in his bed? He was pretty unhinged, after all…would he do that?
Agitos’ one visible eye shone like silver in the moonlight.
He advanced on the beds’ occupant, his gaze unwavering and his expression unreadable, as Ikki scrambled to sit up straight.
In one swift motion, the smaller StormRider had clambered onto the bed and straddled Ikkis’ chest, pushing him back down onto the mattress with his hands braced either side of Ikkis’ head.
Ikki blinked at Agito several times, his mind racing and mouth agape. He just lay there, staring into the others one eye, his breathing erratic. He knew that if Agito was going to kill him that night, there was little he could do about it. Although Ikki was bigger and physically the strongest of the pair, Agito was the Fang Lord. He could snap Ikkis neck in a split second, rip out his spleen before Ikki even had time to notice! This was NOT a good situation.
He swallowed, beads of sweat forming on his brow, and balled his hands into fists; he wasn’t going to die without a fight!
Squeezing his eyes shut, he raised a fist and opened his mouth to yell out a battlecry…when his mouth was suddenly covered by another. His eyes flew open. Agito was kissing him. Agito! Agito was….!
His mind was so numbed with shock that he didn’t pull away, and it was Agito who broke the ‘kiss’. He gave Ikki a predatory smirk, before licking his lips seductively; “You taste like shit, Crow.” He breathed, the smirk finding its way even into his voice, before he leaned in close to claim Ikkis’ mouth once more.

Ikki just stared. The way Agito looked in the moonlight, the shadows and silver highlights, was mesmerising. His eye, so full of menace and killer instinct was tinged with passion and lust and it twisted Ikkis gut to look into it. If this was Akito, and not Agito, Ikki was sure he would’ve kicked him off by now. But this whole situation was very different to any that had played out in the past. This was dangerous, this was heart-stopping, this was…..fucking sexy.
Ikki half-heartedly berated himself for thinking such a thing. If he had ever caught himself dwelling on Agito or Akitos’ ‘sex appeal’ before, he would’ve taken a very cold shower, washed out his mouth with soap and beaten himself 100 times with a bamboo cane. Now, however, all he could think of was how tight his underpants were becoming.
Agito must have noticed too, as he chuckled into their kiss. Grinning slyly, he pried Ikkis’ mouth open further and plunged his tongue deeper inside, forging his dominance, sucking Ikki’s tongue into his own mouth and running over its’ length in a manner suggestive as to what was to come later.
With a purr of pleasure, he drew back and looked down at Ikki through lowered lashes.
His hands shifted and moved slightly over Ikkis’ torso, running softly over his chest and down towards his stomach, where he picked at the hem of the nightshirt and languidly pulled it up, exposing bare skin.
Ikkis breath hitched as his T-shirt came to rest, rolled up above his breast bone. Agitos’ soft, almost feminine hands played over the now bare skin, tracing contours with a lone finger, palms kneading into the firmness of his chest. His right nipple was touched, rubbed gently, and tweaked ‘till it formed a nub and a gasp from the taller rider. Smirking, Agito lowered his head and placed the tip of his soft wet tongue to the hardened nub, eliciting a hiss from Ikki. He flicked at the nipple and rubbed it harder with his tongue, leaving a residue of saliva which he then sucked up. Itsuki shuddered beneath him, and made a noise of half-pleasure and half frustration.

The fact that Agito was sitting on Ikkis’ crotch meant that by now he was BOUND to realise just how hard the other was. He sighed, and shifted slightly, rubbing his rear against Ikkis’ groin in an erotically slow manner. The response was instant and satisfying; Agito leered as Ikki gasped and his entire body bucked like it had been given an electric shock.
“Hah,” he sneered, “such a virgin. Shit…you’d probably come in your pants any second now if I’d let you!”
“Sh..shut up!” Ikki growled, not wanting the smaller youth to stop now. He blinked as Agito leaned in again, and closed his eyes anticipating another kiss. Instead, he felt Agitos’ cheek brush past his and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his neck as the others’ teeth sank into his skin. He gave a slightly strangled cry, but the noise was replaced with a soft moan as Agito began to lick away at the blood he had produced. Ikki felt him move closer to his collarbone; another painful bite, deep enough to draw blood, and again licked away, every last drop caught on Agitos’ tongue and kiss-bruised lips. More nips, more bites, all the way down his chest, all lapped up eagerly afterwards. They moved downwards steadily, over his abdomen, towards the waistband of his underpants.
One eye flicked up to look at Ikki before a finger was curled beneath the waistband, gently pulling the thin material lower, low enough to expose dark hair which he playfully threaded through his fingers, brushing and twirling.
Ikki moaned and grasped fistfuls of his bedsheets. He daren’t touch Agito. But fuck, if he just wanted to GRAB him! His confined erection was literally aching to be set free, but for the love of God, Agito was taking his sweet time about it!
Agitos’ grin spread wider than the Cheshire Cats, his sharp fangs gleaming in the moonlight, as he fingered the waistband playfully with both hands, before slowly dragging them right down over his thighs.
Ikki hissed and his face flushed red as his swollen erection was freed from its’ confines and sprung to attention. Despite the humidity in his room, the feeling of the air against his exposed manhood felt cold, causing him to shiver.
He heard Agito chuckle, and his face flushed even brighter.
“Wh…..what’s so damned funny, huh?” he managed to growl, indignantly.
The chuckling stopped, replaced by a purr; “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if you were feeling edgy about this. I mean,” the smaller rider advanced like a predator upon Ikkis’ erection, “I could just BITE it off, ne?” To emphasise the point, he flashed his sharp teeth and licked them languidly.

Ikki had a minor heart attack.

Agitos’ chuckle became a belly laugh.
“Idiot!” He scoffed, “Even I’M not that cruel. Besides,” he examined his nails as he spoke, “I might want to play with you again sometime.” His eyes flicked up, gauging Ikkis’ reaction, before the feral smirk spread across his face again.
Moving torturously slow, he manoeuvred himself so that his lips mere millimetres away from Ikkis’ rigid manhood and gently breathed over the head.
Ikkis’ grip on the bedsheets tightened as Agito casually ran two fingers along the length of his erection, up and down in lazy strokes. His cock twitched from the attention, causing Agitos’ eye to open a little wider as it piqued his interest.
The Fang Lord mirrored his prior movement, only replaced the fingers with his tongue. Ikki gasped and moaned as he felt the others tongue drag up and down his thick shaft, leaving a trail of hot saliva that cooled painfully fast in the night air. The tongue moved to his swollen head, encircling it, massaging it then exploring the slit, lapping at the weeping pre-cum.
There were noises coming form Ikki that he’d never thought he’d hear himself make; if he were fully aware, he would’ve felt ashamed.
His mewlings and whines became more insistent, when suddenly his entire length was engulfed in a wet heat, and he had to clamp his hands over his mouth to prevent him from screaming out in pleasure.
Looking down he was greeted with one of the most erotic scenes he had ever witnessed; Agito was there between his legs, his eye closed, droplets of sweat beading on his face. His cheeks were flush and shiny, and hollowed from where he was suckling on Ikkis’ throbbing cock. His lips were red, slicked with spit and pre-cum.
It made him, Ikki realised, harder than he’d ever been in his life, and FUCK if he needed to come right there and then!
He unfurled his hands from his around his mouth and clamped them atop of Agitos’ head, fisting into his hair, pushing him deeper and thrusting higher, harder.
Agito made a choking noise and, as suddenly as he went down on Ikki, he drew back, ‘accidentally’ catching his teeth on the others foreskin as a punishment. Ikki hissed in pain, whimpered in frustration then growled in annoyance; “…the hell? Why’re you..”
“Fucking moron!” Agito spat, advancing on Ikki, “Don’t EVER interrupt me! And what’s more don’t you DARE, EVER touch me like that!” At the end of his warning he grabbed Ikkis’ arms and thrust them up above Ikkis’ head. Before Ikki could struggle or push him back, his wrists had been tied to the headboard with…what appeared to be Agitos’ belts. Ikki blinked. How the hell did he do that so quickly?
Agito sat back, the irritated scowl fading and transforming into an amused smirk;
“Heh,” he chuckled, darkly, “Would you look at yourself, eh, Crow? All tied up and spread before me…like prey!”
Itsuki snarled. If only he wasn’t so horny. If only he didn’t want the skitzo to suck him to his orgasm. Oh GODS, how he needed to come so badly! But Agito, being as he is, had to torture him, abuse him….one day he’d make him pay. When Ikki was the Air King, he’d show the Fang Lord who’s on top!

“…..Agito. Why are you doing this?” Ikki murmured.
Agitos’ callous chuckling stopped, and he stared into Ikkis’ eyes before placing a hand on the others cheek.
“For fun?” he shrugged, “for the thrill of the hunt? Maybe…” he paused and frowned, “Or maybe it’s because a part of me really wants this. This connection. The part that….wants to be loved.” He trailed off.
Ikki frowned at him, composing his thoughts, “You’re talking about Akito, right?”
“……” Agito sat in silence, his head bowed, eyes shadowed by his hair.
He stayed motionless and silent for what seemed like an eternity to Ikki, whos erection still stood proud and un-tended to.
Ikki licked his lips and turned away slightly; “So. What do you plan to do with me now?” he blushed, “This…prey of yours…”
Agito looked up at him slowly, from beneath his hair; “You’d love to know that, wouldn’t you?” he whispered, before pressing his lips to Ikkis’ in a comparatively chaste kiss.
Ikki closed his eyes. He had no idea that Agito had the capacity for such gentleness.

As he felt the warm, moist lips draw back, he opened his eyes again…and found himself looking into the face of not Agito, but Akito.

Even in his hazy state of arousal it came as quite a surprise, and he jerked backwards slightly.
Akitos’ brown eye widened slightly; “Ah! Ikki-kun! Ah…ah…I’m sorry…if I startled you…!”
Ikki swallowed and relaxed as much as he could with a painful hard-on and a guy straddling his chest, then sloppily shook his head and turned to face away from the other youth.
It was Akitos turn to swallow hard. He watched Ikkis’ face, shadowed by his fringe of mussed black hair, saw the mix of contrasting emotions in his eyes.
Akitos’ own eye was filled with warmth for his beloved Ikki. He tilted his head to the side and gently began to press his mouth against the others, a small sigh escaping from his slightly parted lips.
To his utter amazement, Ikki practically devoured his face before Akito had even braced himself! His eye flew open and he ‘mmmmffd’ into Ikkis’ mouth, before settling into the smouldering kiss. Had he realised that Ikki was in such desperate need of attention, for release, he would’ve tried to stop Agito sooner!
Poor Ikki-kun!
Ikkis’ wrists strained against their shackles, his arm muscles flexing and his chest heaving.
They broke the steamy kiss at the same time, panting heavily, a strand of saliva joining their mouths.
“I….Ikki-kun..!” Akito panted, his voice still sweet despite the twinge of lust.
They stared into eachothers eyes for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before Akito smiled warmly and reached up towards Ikkis bound wrists.
“Agito is so cruel sometimes. Let me help you out of th…”
“Don’t!” Ikki rasped, “Just…just leave it. Leave it and…..Akito!”
The last word was almost definitely a plead. Akito tuned to his beloved, wide-eyed; he knew what Ikki needed, of course. He would’ve done anything for Ikki, ANYTHING. Even so, he blushed hotly at the thought of…what Ikki wanted him to do. It’s not that he didn’t want this; oh, far from it. Akito needed Ikki as much as the other needed him at the moment. He loved Ikki so much…he wanted to be with him all the time, wanted to be a part of him.
Akito smiled with genuine warmth and his eye softened. He ghosted a hand over Ikkis’ cheek, down his neck and torso.
“Ikki-kun….” He whispered lovingly, “I want to make you feel good. I….I can do more….more than….what Agito was doing to you.”
He lowered his head and nuzzled Ikkis’ erection, causing it to jump and twitch back to life. Then, sitting up, he began to undress himself fully, the school uniform that he hadn’t previously changed out of discarded in a pile on the floor. First the outer jacket and white undershirt; his creamy-skinned chest was small but visibly hard. His stomach was flat, skinny even, with a tiny waist and angular hips.
Then the trousers were pulled off revealing slim, almost feminine legs, shapely yet toned. Lastly, with a blush, he removed his underwear, slipping the cloth shyly down his thighs and letting them pool around his knees.
There was no response from Ikki. Not a single reaction; no explosion,no outburst, nothing. All he could do was stare; stare at the other boy in front of him, as exposed as he himself was and looking….BEAUTIFUL. The moonlight played over his pale skin, giving off an ethereal glow that seemed almost divine. This boy is an angel, Ikki thought numbly.
Akito then asked for something that you would not have expected to hear from an angel. He held his right hand out to Ikkis’ face; “..Ikki-kun…..spit…”
Ikki blinked at him, but obeyed. His brain was incoherent as it was; if Akito had asked him to SNEEZE on his hand he would’ve done so!
His eyes were hidden by shadow, but there was a content smile on Akitos face as he drew his hand back, a pool of his lovers’ saliva in the centre of his palm. He spread the liquid over his fingers, then the hand disappeared behind his back. Ikki watched as Akito lifted his rear slightly. He couldn’t see what he was doing, but by the way his arm was angled and the jerky movements, he could only have been…touching himself. Preparing himself. Ikki swallowed hard, just as Akito let out a small gasp.
Then the hand was back, resting on Ikkis’ abdomen, bracing the boy as he began to move, positioning himself above Ikkis’ cock then gently, painfully, lowering himself down…
Ikki gaped. He could do nothing but. This was all new to him; sure, he had masturbated plenty of times before but THIS…this was the real thing. He was going to have sex. NOT with the person from his fantasies but GOD if Akito wasn’t gonna feature in some of his wet dreams from now on!
There was a joint gasp from them both as the tip of Ikkis’ manhood was pressed into Akitos’ slick yet tight entrance. Breathing erratically, Akito bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut before pushing down harder, the entire head disappearing into his heated flesh.
Ikki nearly screamed. It was better than anything he had experienced before! Instinct took over and he began jerking his hips upwards, needing Akito to swallow his entire length. Akito whimpered uncontrollably. It was painful, VERY painful, and tears began to stream from BOTH eyes. However, he grit his teeth and gave in to Ikkis’ thrusting, impaling himself fully upon Ikkis’ engorged cock. He threw his head back in a mixture of both agony and ecstasy, but did not cry out. Even when the tears flowed hotly down his cheeks, he did not make a sound. He knew what would happen should they be caught. He didn’t want to be separated from his beloved Ikki, not now, not ever! He raised himself off of Ikkis’ cock most of the way, before pushing back down again with a force that nearly knocked all the wind out of their lungs. After a split-second recovery he did so again, and again, working up to a rhythm that had them panting and gasping in unison

The temperature in the room had risen higher than Ikki could ever had earlier predicted. Two bodies, male and lithe, locked together in a slippery, sweaty, groaning dance. The taller male cracked open his eyes and watched the smaller, as he rode upon Ikkis’ erection with eye closed and mouth in a delectable O shape.
That image alone would have been enough to trigger his release, but as Akitos’ muscles clenched around him desperately in a prelude to orgasm, Ikki came violently inside the other, his semen exploding hotter and harder than it had ever done before, emptying himself deep inside Akito. Akito came a split second after, his milky fluid spraying over his own belly and chest, arcing through the air and landing also on Ikkis’ abdomen, leaving a sticky pool against his skin and white droplets entangled in his dark pubic hair.

They remained locked together like that for several moments, gasping, regaining their breath and their composure. Akito was the first to move, wincing slightly as Ikkis’ now flaccid cock slipped out of him. He flopped down on top of the other youth, panting against his neck, before planting a small kiss on Ikkis’ collarbone. Then, looking up at Ikkis’ still-bound wrists, he untied the belts and dropped them to the floor. “I’m so sorry about him….Agito. W…was it painful? Were the belts too tight?”
Too tight? Thought Ikki, No…they were loose enough to break out of if I wanted too. Agito knew that all along, of course…
Ikkis’ expression was unreadable, and caused Akitos’ eye to widen in worry.
“…I…Ikki-kun?”
He did not respond. Instead, he raised a hand and placed it to Akitos cheek, softly. He did not smile, he did not frown. He merely brushed his cheek and blinked up at him.
“…….Akito.”
“……yes…?”
“…..Did it hurt?”
Akito stilled for a moment, before replying softly, “It’s alright.”
“Can you walk?”
Blinking, Akito shifted his weight slightly and replied, “I’m sure I can. It’s a little uncomfortable….but I can.”
“Good,” Ikki sat up suddenly and swung his legs out off the bed, taking Akito with him, “because we need to wash up and sort out these sheets before anyone wakes up.”
“Ah…!”
The taller male stood and pulled up his underwear, before commanding Akito to do the same. The smaller did as he was told, but wore a somewhat disappointed expression. “I…Ikki-kun, don’t you want to…to rest a little? With me?”
“No time for that. Those damned sisters will be waking up soon…”
Itsuki took Akitos’ hand and led him to the door. He opened it and peered around several times, making sure the coast was clear. Then he turned back to Akito.
“Now listen,” he hissed, “You are NOT to tell anyone about this, got it?”
Akito nodded, his eye betraying his distress.
“And Agito better keep silent, too, right?!”
Again, another nod.
“Now, we’re gonna go get cleaned up…but you go first and I’ll come in later. I DON’T wanna be caught with you like this!”
One more curt nod; Akitos eye was practically welling up by now.
As he started to make a move towards the bathroom, he was suddenly pulled back, and into a quick hug.
“….!!”
“…..Akito….”
“……yes….?”
“Keep the water hot for me.”
Akito pulled back, a small grin on his face, before nodding once again and tip-toeing off towards the bathroom.
He couldn’t ask Ikki to love him. He knew that the boy couldn’t feel that way towards him, not truly. But that hug meant more to him than sex; it was from the heart. And that, just then, was the closest he’d ever been to Ikkis’ heart.
Agito, he thought, smiling, you planned this all along didn’t you?

END